Log Entry, Full Moon of the Lost Shadows
The vessel creaks, a spectral response to the currents below. I, the last helmsman of this forgotten ark, trace the constellations on a parchment of stars reflected upon the night sea. The ocean swallows whispers, echoing through the reeds of the shore...
Day 47, After the Eclipse
The sky weeps its lore, a muted hymn. Stars flicker like lost souls seeking refuge. My compass spins, disoriented, finding no comfort in the earthly north. We drift, adrift, chased by silhouettes of past dreams writhe beneath the waves.
Night 22, Beneath the Silent Abyss
Visions dance upon the mast, merfolk's dirges pierce through the fog. I write these lines by candlelight, yet shadows stretch longer, seeking to ensnare the fragile flame. The reeds whisper secrets, confounding the mind, pulling it inward.